Elizabeth
"Well the bathroom got cold quickly once you left." she than tighten her hold on Tessy, but not enough to hurt. "You should probably get the window checked encase it's broken or.." she said a wicked grin forming on her face as she lean in close to Tessy's ear. "Maybe your presence just makes the room much warmer than what it is." she whispered. "Kinda sappy for my taste but I rather take that than telling her the truth, no need to scare these folks." she than looked down at the tea that was being made. "I guess it's nice to see something from back home also exists in here, even if it is something I'm not to crazy over. Most people think that all of us brits love tea and drink it obsessively, as for me I neither like nor hate it. I have some bags back home just encase I ever have guests over but other than that I barely touch the stuff." she said looking up the stairs. She wanted to make some sort of wisecrack or joke at Adwith's problem with the bathroom but she chose not to do it. "Guy already has enough problems dealing with the news of other worlds and technology that he has never seen, he doesn't need me making wisecrack behind his back."
In a world like modern day Earth yet not- location: Blackthorn Asylum
Blackthorn Asylum is one of the few 20th century asylums to not only stay active but to also receive much funding to be modernized. Of course there was a point in it's history when it was forced to close down and be left abandoned by both the sane and insane after a series of mysterious deaths and allegations of abuse started leaking out to the media along with strange and inhuman experiments done to the inmates, another factor that helped closed the gates of Blackthorn was the cases of nurses and doctors, even those in charge of the asylum, mysteriously vanishing without a trace. During the years it was closed many rumors and legends began to spread about the crimes that were committed in the building along with tales of the dark experiments, the insanity and depravities of those who stayed and worked in the building and other stories that are no different to your run of the mill ghost stories.
The building that was popular to both urban explorers,legend trippers and rowdy teens and collage students was soon bought by a mysterious individual name Jacob Shaw, who was the grandson of the previous warden of the asylum. After it's grand reopening it would appear that the asylum has done much to redeem itself from it's dark past. Yet from within if one was to look at the right places they can still find the blood stain remnants of the past still haunting the asylum.
Inside the asylums many of the staff can bee seen moving from room to room along with their more calmer patients, other patients were in their rooms either on their own free will or were forced in by the staff so they wouldn't cause trouble. In one of the recreation rooms one patient was alone painting, his only source of illumination being both the light from the sun and the fluorescent lights above him, blinking on and off at occasions. The man drew on the canvas with a sense of mania even though right now the drugs that were given to him still coursed through his veins. The painting was of a black dragon-like creature standing on top of a mountain made of rocks, metal, wood, dirt, bones, water, air and many other materials that shouldn't be used to make a mountain, what the painting can show was the mountain changing it's shape and size along with the dragon. Ever since the man, named Jeffery, was placed into Blackthorn he has had dreams of a nightmarish landscape filled with horrific creatures that constantly change around him and in those dreams the dragon that he is now starting to believe rules the world always comes to him. The creature always makes Jeffery go through bizarre, degrading and outright dangerous games that are nothing more but forced self torture, all the while the dragon taunts and mocks his past life and his present situation, worst of all it mocks his friends and families who have left Jeffery here in the asylum.
"... Jeffery..." A voice suddenly was heard and Jeffery stops drawing, dropping his brush has he moves away from the painting. "... Jeffery... Jeffery... Jeffery..." The voices continue to call out his name and Jeffery covered his ears in a desperate attempt to block out the voices but he can still hear them clearly. He closes his eyes and mutters to him that the voices aren't real "They aren't real I'm hallucination. They aren't real I'm hallucination. They aren't real I'm hallucination. They aren't real I'm hallucination.!" he kept repeating the words as if they were a holy mantra, thinking that they were the correct words to wish the voices away, unfortunately the words had the opposite effect.
Jeffery soon heard more noises coming in the room as drawings made by past patients began to appear on the walls, moving as though they were alive. Now with his eyes open and no longer covering his ears all that Jeffery can do was look at the scene with shock and horror. He thought to run, he thought to scream for his dear life and sanity, he even thought of calling for help for anyone to save him from the madness before him even if what he is hearing and seeing wasn't there. Instead he stared at his own painting as both the mountain and dragon began to move and change their form.
The dragon turned to face Jeffery and stretching out it's wings it flew straight towards him and out of the canvas. At first the dragon was nothing more but a small black blob in the shape of a dragon but soon it began to grow as limbs either form or shrank back, colours changed and faded, and noises both organic and not were made during it's transformation. By the end it was tall enough to touch the ceiling and the dragon was in the same appearance as it was in Jeffery's dreams. "It's been a while hasn't it Jeffery. How is my favorite schizophrenic guest doing?" it said with sadistic joy as it smile at the look of horror at the man's face. Jeffery found the strength and will to finally run. With no hesitation he sprint towards the door, screaming like as loudly as his voice can allow for him to do so, hoping that anyone was close by to hear him. However before he can reach the exit the doors slam shut on their own, he grabbed on to the door knob but the metal of the knob reacted to his touch like if he was touching ice cream, infact the very door was melting away. "Oh come on Jeff, I wanted was to meet up with an old friend and maybe play a few games." the dragon spoke walking close to him.
The room was now changed into a more chaotic state as spectral images of past patients manifest in the room and walls leak down with every bodily fluids that was ever split on the room. An aroma of putrid smells hit them both but only the lone human was effected, the very walls, floors and ceiling began to change back to the way on how they looked before they were reconstructed, both when the asylum was first open and when it was left abandoned.
"Wha... What do you want with me? Why do you hunt me?" Jeffery whimpered, tears streaming down his face and his pants forming a fresh patch on the front end. "Like I said I have some new games for you but right now I need something different from you." Just than the dragon's ever changing eyes glow and Jeffery grabbed his head in pain, screaming in pure agony he can feel his body going through painful contortion has his mind and sanity break piece by piece by the dragon's powers. "What I need are shocktroopers and this realm has a very special relationship with madness and chaos. You may not know this but there is a whole realm made specific for madness with creatures born from human madness, some of which were once humans." If Jeffery was more lucid he would have realize what was happening to him once the dragon mentioned one some creature's being human once, but now has his body is only half of that of a human being and the last shreds of his sanity desperately clings to existence all he can think is for the pain to stop. "There are even mages who use madness for their own magick, can you believe that mate, can you fucking believe it." the dragon laugh as if the fact was hilarious.
Soon Jeffery was no more, standing where he once was is a hulking humanoid abomination larger than even the worlds' tallest man and wider than that of the most obese human being to date, but instead of fat it was made of pure twisted muscle and bones. It's body was covered in sickly eyes, jagged, sharp and semi broken teeth with long worm-like tongues acting almost like tentacles, similar to the patches of long burly hair on it's body. Claws now make up what were once hands and feet and on some parts of the creature smaller deformed arms and legs can be seen either hanging limply or writhing around in either agony or ecstasy, it was on all fours of it's extremities and was bent forward. "Of course one very special note is the fact with enough shock and horror madness can turn someone in this world into a monster and that is how I'm going to get my new troops."
Kalameet, the dragon of chaos, one of the four pillars of existence, could sense that his time was running out, for his immense power is drawing attention to the other powers in the world. "Right looks like the fuzz are coming. Time for us to depart Jeffery." Kalameet stretched it's dark wings, now six in it's latest form and flew up to the ceiling. It broke through the ceiling but instead of going through the floors of the other levels it torn a hole into the fabric of reality. Kalameet looked on to the chaotic landscape that kept on changing down to the microscopic and molecular. "Home sweet home. Truly the only sanctuary away from all of your troubles." Black tendrils formed from the dragon's back. It reached down into the rift and dragged the abomination that was once a man through. "Can't forget about my new trooper now. Now let's go solider I have a new game for you and I call it boot camp, but instead of it being like the actual thing it would be done in my own unique twist. Trust me you will love it." With those words Kalameet dragged the creature to it's "camp" as the rift closes on it's own.
The room returns back to it's normal state and when doctors and nurses rush in after hearing Jeffery's scream they didn't find him, all they found was his painting of the dragon in the strange mountain with a stranger creature being held by tendrils coming from the dragon's back. They soon announce that Jeffery somehow escaped and issued a man hunt to find him, a hunt that in a month would stop and his case would soon become cold and unsolved.
